Ice for blood and beer for breakfast was how Bill wanted to live his life rather than being passed over again for a promotion at the accounting firm.

The seemingly insurmountable always managed to get accomplished.

Brian wondered if banging your head against the piano counted as composing.

The days slipped into nights that slipped into a dark and hazy past.

It wasn't until her sudden death that the tenor of their final conversation, which had the flavor of mortality about it, became apparent to him. 

Jake faked his way through life while his wife did all the heavy lifting.

Their joyous occasions often went hand-in-hand with a bit of bickering and a dash of drama.